This is a song about "The nordic coalition"

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

As the king upon the throne

So i ended up all alone

Back when crack was enormous

Where the fuck the chorus